Ossian Collection > Poems of Ossian, the son of Fingal > Volume 1

A DRAMATIC POEM. 7.^
love. He left me at tlie chafe alone. I knev/ not tliat-
he went to war. He faid he would return witli the
nieht ; and the king of Morven is returned! Whv
didll thou not tell me that he would fall, O tremhlinji;
fon of the rock f ? Thou halt feen him in the blood 01
his yeuth, but thou didfi not tell Comala.
Melil. What found is that on A rdven ? Who is that
bright in the vale? Who comes like the ftrength of ji-
vers, when their crowded waters glitter to the moon ?
Comala. Who is it but the foe of Comala, the fon of
the king of the world ! Ghofl of Fingal ! do thou, from
thv cloud, diredl: Comala's bov.'. lyet him fall like the
hart of tLe defert. [t is Fingal in the crowd of his
ghoils. Whv doit thou come, my love, to frighten and
pleafe my foul ?
Fingal. Raife, yebards of the fcng, the wars of the
ftreamy Carun. Garacul has fled from my arms along-
the fields of his pride. He lets far diftant like ^ meteor
that inclofesa fpirit ofiiight, when the winds drive it over
the lieath, and the dark woods are gleaming around.
I heard a voice like the breeze of my bills. Is it the
huntrefs ofGalmal, the white-handed daughter of Sar-
no ? Look from thy rocks, my love ; arid let me hear
the voice of Com.ala.
Comala, Take me to the cave of thy reft, O lovely
fon of death !
fipgal. Come to the cs.ve of ray reft. The florm i^
over, and the fun is on our fields. Come to the cave of
my reft, huntrefs of echoing Cona.
Comala. He Is returiied with liis fame ; I feel the
right hand of ills battles. But I muft reik hefide the
pock till mv foul fettle from fear. Let the harp be
near ; and raif^ the fong, ye daughters of Morni.
Dtrfa. Comala has Hain three deer on Ardvea, an.l
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+ By the Ton of the rock (he meansa druid. It is probable that fotneof the
ierof thejr-jldsrsr.iai^icuaslare astUe beginnini,' of tlic reig.i <if fiiiiiii' .
!i.?t i^'iTiiala bad ccnf-lttu uuc uf them coiicetiiiiij the esculoi tin: war v